Songs Of Love Poem by Obodokasi Ade'etem Agbor

I speak of thee as a starry constellation
That adorns the sky like strings of pearls
Entwining the royal neck of a queen.
A beauty to the eyes.

I call thy name with a victorious roar
Of an Athenian war song,
After Sparta had fallen to it's plunder.
Thy name is sweet to the tongue.

I speak of thee with the fervency
With Which Jehovah talks of mount Zion
'Gather Yea at the foot of this effigy
And Yea shalt not be moved nor tramped upon'

And I speak of thine eyes
A birth-place of stars,
The green field of fireflies
And the glory that eludes Mars,

A sight so justifying
That a reigning duke
Would give out his kingdom
And turn her way to look.

Methinks of thee as a Persian maid
With semblance of the stars
All dressed for a night show!
Or that thou art better prized.

Now, sweet lady, ere I part
I would I hath thine ears and heart
Thine heart for a moment or lifetime
And thine ears for the fancy of mine rhyme.